The many perks of being Volkner - Installment Six
Title: Magic
Author: nerrin
Rating: G
Character/Pairing(s): Volkner, Cynthia, Flint, Roark, RANDOM RANDOM.
Warning(s): This makes the least sense out of anything I wrote this year (so far).
Summary: Volkner's a magical kid. Highschool AU.
“Volkner’s made of magic,” says Flint.
Roark looks at him as though he’s grown an extra head.
“Excuse me?” Cynthia speaks, looking up from a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird Lucian had lent her. “What did you just say?”
Flint shrugs, just as the school bell rings. “Volkner’s made of magic.”
Roark, on the desk in front of the guy, shakes his head despondently while massaging his temples. Cynthia, on the other hand, lays the book down and shuffles over to join in the potentially-exciting conversation.
“What did he do to you?” asks Roark. “Normally, you two don’t really say anything about each other.”
Head rested on the steady support of a pair of hands, Flint sighs. “True. And you know, I was just thinking about stuff. I’m pretty sure he’s magical.”
Cynthia giggles a little despite herself. “Like, how so?”
“When he says ‘god why is it so hot’ - it rains.”
“And…?”
“You know the last time he skipped out on assembly with Lucian? Our teacher noticed that Lucian was gone, but not him.”
“…I’ve always found that a little sketchy,” Cynthia frowns, deep in thought. “That’s really strange.”
“And he’s been telling me that these days he’s been seeing things, you know.”
“Things.”
Flint rolls his eyes. “That’s not even the least!” he exclaims. “You know, right after he complains about the weather, and it starts raining? Right after it got too cold, he went all why does it always rain on me? ‘cept not quite, and then the clouds pretty much parted, and a fucking rainbow appeared!”
Roark felt the sudden need to defend Volkner’s supernatural abilities. “Well, that could always just be a coincidence -”
“The rainbow was freakin’ sparkling.”
“Like, BLINK BLINK GLITTER GLITTER?” Cynthia signs the respective actions with her hands, eyes wide.
Flint nods reluctantly. “I swear to God I wouldn’t be surprised if angels suddenly started descending.”
“Oh my god,” Cynthia sighs, burying her head in her hands. “We’re all gonna die.”
Roark looks at the two with a little curiosity. Truth to be told, he was less skeptical about Volkner being a magical being, than the fact that Flint and Cynthia were a part of the Elite and the reigning Champion of their academy.
“So Roark, what do you think? Cynthia says, snapping the boy out of his thoughts.
“Who, me?”
“Yeah, you.”
Roark taps him chin thoughtfully. “Uhm, investigate it, maybe?”
Then all of a sudden, he decides that he has quite the bad feeling about the way Flint and Cynthia are eyeing him.
+
The end is nigh.
Or at least that’s what Flint thinks. And these days, he finds himself thinking it quite often.
“Swimming lessons,” Volkner proclaims, “Are a complete waste of time.” But he was at the pool anyway, just not dressed in the proper attire.
Flint rolls his eyes. He’s just here because; and it’s not his class that landed with the lessons anyway. Just Volkner’s, quite coincidently.
“You just can’t swim, can you?”
Volkner looks appropriately embarrassed. “No, I can.”
“Yeah, you’re just not quite there yet.”
“Not quite there…” Volkner groans, head in his hands. “This sucks.”
Flint wonders silently if he should push Volkner, fully clothed and all, into the pool just to see if the water would part. Or even better, should Volkner actually end up able to walk on water.
But what the hell would that make Volkner, anyway?
+
“You know,” Falkner speaks up suddenly, “I’ve always been meaning to ask you something, Morty. But recently it just slipped my mind so I’m asking you now.”
Walking in time with long, measured strides beside the shorter boy, Morty raises an eyebrow. The corridor before the two seems all too long, and all too empty for a transaction between classes.
“You probably know more about my brother than I do,” continues Falkner.
“No, I don’t. And he’s your brother - okay, half brother, and I’m not even related.”
Falkner rolls his eyes. “He tells me about you. And you’re sort of eerily perceptive. And Whitney says you’re psychic.”
“I’m not psychic!”
“But I still have something to ask you.”
Morty sighs. “About Volkner?”
“Yeah, sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“Can you stop interrupting me!?” complains Falkner, while Morty inhales deeply. But really, he thinks that they both get along quite gloriously. Even Eusine thought so, and he wasn’t even part of the Academy.
“Alright, alright. Go on,” encourages Morty, while Falkner repeats himself, all seriousness.
“I have something to ask you,” he says again. “Do you think Volkner can really be the Messiah?”
And then Falkner has to pause operations for a rescue mission when Morty walks straight into a wall.
+
Volkner smashes a fist into the tabletop. While it doesn’t split open, it does surprise everyone around him.
“Flint,” he says quite murderously, “Have you been saying things about me again?”
In front of him, the guy looks more perplexed than afraid. “…Huh?”
Volkner massages his temples. “Seriously. You’ve been telling the guys over in Johto that I’m the Second Coming of Christ. What the fuck, man. What the fuck?”
Giving Flint all the credit that was possible, not only did he deny the claim, he still managed to keep a straight face.
“Volkner, if you’re Jesus then I’d hate to see Satan,” Candice pipes up from somewhere behind the two. Volkner rounds on her with one of his oh, shut up glares. She shrugs, and waves him away with a smile.
“So it wasn’t you?”
“I wish.”
“You wish,” Volkner groans. “If it’s not you, then who - Roark, was it you?”
Somewhere further up front and beside Gardenia, Roark turns around and meets Volkner’s suspicious gaze. He shakes his head. Cynthia still hadn’t made any moves to force him into investigating Volkner’s magical properties, so…
…Wait.
“Volkner,” Roark says, “Could it be -”
Just then, the door bursts open, and Cynthia sweeps herself in, Aaron and Lucian in tow. While the two were actively discussing some ridiculous encyclopedia entry, Cynthia just laughs, and moves herself up to where Volkner’s currently seated. The boy eyes her impressive form with growing apprehension.
“How goes life?” she asks, a little too cheerful.
“Pretty fine,” Flint replies. “Uh, Volkner here might beg to differ, though.”
Cynthia beams down at Volkner. “Really?”
“Huh,” Volkner begins, before realization (God, it lagged, it lagged so bad) dawned on him and he buried his face in his hands. “It was you, wasn’t it!?”
Flint and Cynthia exchange glances.
Cynthia shrugs. “He’s magical, isn’t he?” she whispers, under her breath.
“That he is,” agrees Flint. “That he is.”
Yeah yeah what is this I don’t even I KNOW DAMMIT.
Author: nerrin
Rating: G
Character/Pairing(s): Volkner, Cynthia, Flint, Roark, RANDOM RANDOM.
Warning(s): This makes the least sense out of anything I wrote this year (so far).
Summary: Volkner's a magical kid. Highschool AU.
“Volkner’s made of magic,” says Flint.
Roark looks at him as though he’s grown an extra head.
“Excuse me?” Cynthia speaks, looking up from a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird Lucian had lent her. “What did you just say?”
Flint shrugs, just as the school bell rings. “Volkner’s made of magic.”
Roark, on the desk in front of the guy, shakes his head despondently while massaging his temples. Cynthia, on the other hand, lays the book down and shuffles over to join in the potentially-exciting conversation.
“What did he do to you?” asks Roark. “Normally, you two don’t really say anything about each other.”
Head rested on the steady support of a pair of hands, Flint sighs. “True. And you know, I was just thinking about stuff. I’m pretty sure he’s magical.”
Cynthia giggles a little despite herself. “Like, how so?”
“When he says ‘god why is it so hot’ - it rains.”
“And…?”
“You know the last time he skipped out on assembly with Lucian? Our teacher noticed that Lucian was gone, but not him.”
“…I’ve always found that a little sketchy,” Cynthia frowns, deep in thought. “That’s really strange.”
“And he’s been telling me that these days he’s been seeing things, you know.”
“Things.”
Flint rolls his eyes. “That’s not even the least!” he exclaims. “You know, right after he complains about the weather, and it starts raining? Right after it got too cold, he went all why does it always rain on me? ‘cept not quite, and then the clouds pretty much parted, and a fucking rainbow appeared!”
Roark felt the sudden need to defend Volkner’s supernatural abilities. “Well, that could always just be a coincidence -”
“The rainbow was freakin’ sparkling.”
“Like, BLINK BLINK GLITTER GLITTER?” Cynthia signs the respective actions with her hands, eyes wide.
Flint nods reluctantly. “I swear to God I wouldn’t be surprised if angels suddenly started descending.”
“Oh my god,” Cynthia sighs, burying her head in her hands. “We’re all gonna die.”
Roark looks at the two with a little curiosity. Truth to be told, he was less skeptical about Volkner being a magical being, than the fact that Flint and Cynthia were a part of the Elite and the reigning Champion of their academy.
“So Roark, what do you think? Cynthia says, snapping the boy out of his thoughts.
“Who, me?”
“Yeah, you.”
Roark taps him chin thoughtfully. “Uhm, investigate it, maybe?”
Then all of a sudden, he decides that he has quite the bad feeling about the way Flint and Cynthia are eyeing him.
+
The end is nigh.
Or at least that’s what Flint thinks. And these days, he finds himself thinking it quite often.
“Swimming lessons,” Volkner proclaims, “Are a complete waste of time.” But he was at the pool anyway, just not dressed in the proper attire.
Flint rolls his eyes. He’s just here because; and it’s not his class that landed with the lessons anyway. Just Volkner’s, quite coincidently.
“You just can’t swim, can you?”
Volkner looks appropriately embarrassed. “No, I can.”
“Yeah, you’re just not quite there yet.”
“Not quite there…” Volkner groans, head in his hands. “This sucks.”
Flint wonders silently if he should push Volkner, fully clothed and all, into the pool just to see if the water would part. Or even better, should Volkner actually end up able to walk on water.
But what the hell would that make Volkner, anyway?
+
“You know,” Falkner speaks up suddenly, “I’ve always been meaning to ask you something, Morty. But recently it just slipped my mind so I’m asking you now.”
Walking in time with long, measured strides beside the shorter boy, Morty raises an eyebrow. The corridor before the two seems all too long, and all too empty for a transaction between classes.
“You probably know more about my brother than I do,” continues Falkner.
“No, I don’t. And he’s your brother - okay, half brother, and I’m not even related.”
Falkner rolls his eyes. “He tells me about you. And you’re sort of eerily perceptive. And Whitney says you’re psychic.”
“I’m not psychic!”
“But I still have something to ask you.”
Morty sighs. “About Volkner?”
“Yeah, sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“Can you stop interrupting me!?” complains Falkner, while Morty inhales deeply. But really, he thinks that they both get along quite gloriously. Even Eusine thought so, and he wasn’t even part of the Academy.
“Alright, alright. Go on,” encourages Morty, while Falkner repeats himself, all seriousness.
“I have something to ask you,” he says again. “Do you think Volkner can really be the Messiah?”
And then Falkner has to pause operations for a rescue mission when Morty walks straight into a wall.
+
Volkner smashes a fist into the tabletop. While it doesn’t split open, it does surprise everyone around him.
“Flint,” he says quite murderously, “Have you been saying things about me again?”
In front of him, the guy looks more perplexed than afraid. “…Huh?”
Volkner massages his temples. “Seriously. You’ve been telling the guys over in Johto that I’m the Second Coming of Christ. What the fuck, man. What the fuck?”
Giving Flint all the credit that was possible, not only did he deny the claim, he still managed to keep a straight face.
“Volkner, if you’re Jesus then I’d hate to see Satan,” Candice pipes up from somewhere behind the two. Volkner rounds on her with one of his oh, shut up glares. She shrugs, and waves him away with a smile.
“So it wasn’t you?”
“I wish.”
“You wish,” Volkner groans. “If it’s not you, then who - Roark, was it you?”
Somewhere further up front and beside Gardenia, Roark turns around and meets Volkner’s suspicious gaze. He shakes his head. Cynthia still hadn’t made any moves to force him into investigating Volkner’s magical properties, so…
…Wait.
“Volkner,” Roark says, “Could it be -”
Just then, the door bursts open, and Cynthia sweeps herself in, Aaron and Lucian in tow. While the two were actively discussing some ridiculous encyclopedia entry, Cynthia just laughs, and moves herself up to where Volkner’s currently seated. The boy eyes her impressive form with growing apprehension.
“How goes life?” she asks, a little too cheerful.
“Pretty fine,” Flint replies. “Uh, Volkner here might beg to differ, though.”
Cynthia beams down at Volkner. “Really?”
“Huh,” Volkner begins, before realization (God, it lagged, it lagged so bad) dawned on him and he buried his face in his hands. “It was you, wasn’t it!?”
Flint and Cynthia exchange glances.
Cynthia shrugs. “He’s magical, isn’t he?” she whispers, under her breath.
“That he is,” agrees Flint. “That he is.”
Yeah yeah what is this I don’t even I KNOW DAMMIT.